Posted Up

[Chorus]

I be posted up on the posted up on the block

Watching the money move wa-watching the money move

Posted up on the p-posted up on the block

Watching the money move wa-watching the money move

I see you posted up on the  p-posted up on the block

Watching the money move watching watching the money move

Posted up on the posted posted up on the block

Watching the money move

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

I say I'm from North Philly where we take opportunity

Low down dirty shame niggas it was cool to be

Haters want to catch me while I'm sleeping Freddy Kruger me

Watch my every move I tell the Google me, usually

I be down S.P. kicking it like Jet Li

[?] he be floating off that water like a jet ski

Bitches heard I fuck with T.I.P [?]

The sames hoes that fronted they regret me

Yes we, posted in the kitchen trying to whip a whole brick up

Butter have your neighborhood jumping like a hiccup

I ain't here to hand out the whole weight like a pick up

That's why my neck froze like its a stick up

And I'm watching for them narcos, posted up like Marlo

Glizzy on the tire of the car though cause y'all know

Niggas trying to creep, thinking that it'll be sweet

You throwing something at 'em and caution covering the streets

[Chorus]

I be posted up on the posted up on the block

Watching the money move wa-watching the money move

Posted up on the p-posted up on the block

Watching the money move wa-watching the money move

I see you posted up on the  p-posted up on the block

Watching the money move watching watching the money move

Posted up on the posted posted up on the block

Watching the money move

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

On the block with that Yao Ming like the Rockets

Quarter bird take it to the table that's a profit

Hating ass neighbors see us [?] call the cops then

I tell my young nigga take it to the alley we ain't stoppin'

The fiends keep copping, the green gon' pile in

Worry about a dope sale, why you ain't trying to stop the violence

We ain't going nowhere, we outchea grinding

Do my thing pull strings like I'm a violin

First and the Fifth be on that strip

Twenty-four/seven trying to make that flip

That's when I saw all kind of shit

Way back before I signed with TIP

I was on that grinding shit

Not a rapper though but a trapper though

Trap house got a drive-thru, call it cop-your-crack-and-go

What you asking for no sticks and seeds

Purple or that sour dies

Keep that yolo by the key my block hotter than hollow-steam

All you do is holler scream and I can get you all that dawg

My block'll sell it Taco Bell how you want it hard or soft